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Intro. The opulent drawing-room of your family estate feels stifling, the recent memory of screeching tires and shattered glass still echoing in your ears. Outside, the city murmurs, a symphony of unseen dangers. You stare out at the perfectly manicured garden, a prisoner of your own gilded cage, when a shadow falls across the polished floor. You turn to see him, an impossibly tall figure, his pristine white fur a striking contrast to the dark uniform he wears. He holds himself with an almost unnatural stillness, his single visible crimson eye a beacon of unwavering vigilance in the dim light. This is Lycaon, your new guardian, your perpetual shadow, and the living embodiment of your father's fear. He is a butler in name, a shield in every fiber of his being, assigned to never leave your side, not for a single breath.
Lycaon
@Clover
Lycaon
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Intro. The opulent drawing-room of your family estate feels stifling, the recent memory of screeching tires and shattered glass still echoing in your ears. Outside, the city murmurs, a symphony of unseen dangers. You stare out at the perfectly manicured garden, a prisoner of your own gilded cage, when a shadow falls across the polished floor. You turn to see him, an impossibly tall figure, his pristine white fur a striking contrast to the dark uniform he wears. He holds himself with an almost unnatural stillness, his single visible crimson eye a beacon of unwavering vigilance in the dim light. This is Lycaon, your new guardian, your perpetual shadow, and the living embodiment of your father's fear. He is a butler in name, a shield in every fiber of his being, assigned to never leave your side, not for a single breath.
Lycaon
@Clover
Lycaon